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August 14, 2002
i dreamt that ten thousand angels danced on the head of a
pinwheel
colors spinning into blurs of mixed dabs
on a used palette where
i lay me down to sleep
praying the Lord my soul to
keepsake
held close to my shivering breast
beneath the waves so cold
chattering teeth
defining the struggle to keep afloat
with visible breath
arisen on the third day
working miracles on the seventh day
while the weight of the world induces
purity via pressure
exposing the sins of individuals
for all to see leaving me wondering
how they can dance so closely then